Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Black Sheep to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Organ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
Scion,
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
Lower 48,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick Morgan,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.